Everywhere you turn, there’s a reason to look out for yourself and no one else. It seems for every hand outstretched for help, there’s one reaching to take from us forcefully.
In defence, we wrap our arms around ourselves tightly and move briskly through life like we’re on the shady backstreet of a market with an unsavoury reputation.
But we can’t help when our arms aren’t free, and no one pulls anyone to safety with clenched fists.
That’s not love, it’s survival in its most primitive form.
“Me first! Everyone else can go to hell.”
With selfishness spreading like a virus, hell isn’t a place, it’s an event happening now. …
I’m different in a storm,
I stand better as worlds fall apart,
You’ll know what I’m made from,
See, my best parts are in my heart.
I know how to catch the tears,
You’ll never see me break, I swear,
I don’t let on, one thousand fears,
As winds tear down things I hold dear.
There’s no steel in my bones,
And I’m ageing like everyone else is,
But I won’t flinch at incoming stones,
Under my breath, I pray they all miss.
This is pressure, this is a weight,
I’ll bend myself as far as I can go,
The cracks will come but far too late,
They will, and no one will ever know.
1. Stop fighting the situation, stop living in the past and stop wishing things were different. Accept that this is your life now.
I’m used to spending a lot of time alone indoors, so adjusting to extended self-isolation has probably been easier for me than a large number of people. Still, it’s frustrating not to be able to go to the places I love or see my friends. Acceptance is still a work in progress.
2. Ask yourself what your priorities in life are regardless of what’s going on. File away things you can’t do anything about immediately.
I want to start a farm and publish a book I’ve been sitting on for a couple of years. I can’t achieve the first goal right away (because I’m isolated in a city apartment that doesn’t have a patch of grass), so I’m focusing on the second one. …